This week has been not a very fun one,

a tiny speck on the horizonwhere it meets the greeting dawn.Many of the roads we travel downa harbinger of fate waits for us thereto change our destinyfrom the one we have chosen.They stand a hitchhikeralong the lonely mileswaiting for us to stopto give them a lift.Stopping will be our fate decidedbefore our destination met.

on a wall hangs a blue bonnet.If you wish to enquire about itthe owner will gladly tell youthe tale that surrounds it.The bonnet is not for sale,nor is it unlucky.However the maiden who wears itunder a full moonwill get a glimpseof her husband to be.The owner will loan itto any maiden who wishes to try…

that I should polish it.Polish a poem?What they neglected to saywas what kind of wax I should use.Unfortunately, I am not that kind of writer.What you see is what you get.I write a poem only once,and what you see is raw.Raw energy from my pen and mind.Therefore, if you do not like it,I am sorry;…

To never know the joysof having someone to love,leading to a lonely lifeuntil the end of your days.A tragedy only one person can repair,and that person is you.16 August 2007

and can never again be near.An empty stocking on the fireplacewhere a filled one should be,the vacant place under the treewhere presents should be,The empty space in our heartswe carry with us all the timeand sadness lines our facesthat should be filled with smiles.Christmas should be a time of celebration,but with the empty spacesthere is…

Six small bluebirds heldup her long flowing trainas she moved down the centre isletowards her husband to be.Standing side by side,they took their weddings vowsand when they were pronounced,man and wife a great cheer rang outthat could be heard across the land.They rode back through the throngsof well-wishers who lined the route.Everywhere everyone was smilingfor…